Volume 1, Chapter 154: Li Ruochu Falls into a Scheme

A few days later, Li Ruochu stepped into the Lu family's corporate headquarters. This time, her visit was to discuss a business partnership with them.

Of course, the conclusion Li Yunmu drew from the Dark Serpent probably reflected the general attitude of the upper echelons of the primary world toward the outer realms.

She had always believed that as long as she worked hard enough, he would notice her. She thought that through sincere and earnest devotion, she could eventually find a place in his heart.

Ye Wei said that rather than listening to hearsay and judging the rights and wrongs of others, it was far better to focus on one's own affairs with truth and clarity.

"Yes, I understand." Richard had no mood left to dispute the command authority with this android. In truth, he didn't dare command the Blood Mage troops anyway.

Along the way, Luo Qinghan stopped to buy some hangover medication, and then led them strolling aimlessly down the bustling streets.

Sitting in her office, she was still deeply shaken. No matter how she pondered it, the current Ye Zifan was worlds apart from the man she remembered.

Huan's long black hair still danced wildly in the chaotic wind, and her pale yellow seven-layered veil fluttered audibly against the gale. That face was stained entirely with blood and the aura of slaughter.

The electromagnetic shield was, in its true form, a metallic barrier. Once energized, it projected and suspended a much larger area of electromagnetic defense.

Judging by appearances, Nalan Xiao's coughing of blood was genuine, which meant his hemoptysis condition must be true as well.

Even so, that dark-bellied and crafty fellow still had Anda deliver a bouquet of lilies to her every day. Though she feigned utter disdain on the surface, she would still carefully arrange those flowers in a vase and tend to them. Ever since leaving the Hei family, she had received text messages from different numbers almost daily.

"In just a split second, such a drastic change?" Jiang Li suddenly felt his pressure multiplying. Having only employed thirty percent of his internal energy initially, he secretly increased it by another notch.

Amidst the resounding clangs of gongs, he summoned all imperial officials of the fourth rank and above from their slumbers directly to the Taiji Palace. Emperor Li Yu also hastily abandoned his banquet and scrambled into his attire before emerging.

Her social media post did not mention Yi Wei by a single word, yet both between the lines and within the photographs, everything strongly hinted at the past history between Yi Wei and Young Master Yan—while pointedly emphasizing that it was all entirely a thing of the past.

Consequently, Qin Hao sought out Zhou Yu once more, acting much like a loyal follower as he flashed a warm, spring-breeze-like smile.

If even ordinary fallen ones were like this, what level would a Fallen Shaman be? What level would an elite monster be? And just what level would the boss, Corpsefire, turn out to be?

Julian knew that Lie Huo's combat talent far surpassed his own, yet he felt no jealousy whatsoever. After all, some people in this world were simply extraordinary beyond measure, and Lie Huo was merely one of the more prominent examples.

In the late Ming Dynasty, talents of such supreme and comprehensive genius were exceedingly rare, but as luck would have it, the Northwest happened to home one.

How much of Yue Yunxian's words from the Moon Clan could actually be trusted? She had confessed, yet at the same time she hadn't, leaving numerous details that he still could not comprehend.

Yet, in a way, their intuition was not entirely wrong, for the Governor would eliminate anyone standing in Charlotte's path without the slightest ripple of emotional hesitation.

"So, Commander Zhu, shouldn't you now explain why you were willing to sacrifice your own life just to cover for Princess Fengyang?" Ning Chen asked, fixing his gaze upon Zhu Tianxin.

Seeing the situation threatening to spiral out of control, Xian'er managed to maintain a facade of composure, though her palms were already slick with sweat.

It wasn't until Sasaki left that Mado Akira mechanically lifted a spoonful of soup to her mouth. Frowning, her fingers gripped the end of the spoon so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Finally, she slammed the spoon down against the plate.